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“Celebrate? What are we celebrating, my Syn?” He holds up his beer bottle to tap my wine glass.
“I got rid of some excess baggage.” I pause for a moment, wanting to give him more, but I don’t. I cannot believe I contemplated telling him more.
I reach for the tablet and log in, then move to the contracts tab. I fill in the necessary information and make sure I add the clause about us not having relations outside the club. I also include that we aren’t to identify the other if we see each other outside of here. I have to have that protection for my family and job.
When I hand the tablet to him, he looks it over and puts his thumb to it as way of signature. Either one of us can terminate the contract at any time without any reason. We sit for a bit and finish our drinks, but I can tell he’s not happy.
“Trevor?” I don’t know what more to ask him, so I just say his name. I trust him not to hurt me, but I need to know what is going on behind those sharp eyes.
“Syn, I would never out you.” He leans forward and takes my hands. He looks them over.
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Trevor
Her hands are so beautiful. I imagine she’s a piano player by how delicate yet strong they are. Her skin is smooth. I look up and down her sexy body behind the sheer gown she’s wearing. I love that she doesn’t dress in leather or costumes. Instead, she wears what she would to bed with me.
I signed the contract, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to demand that we go out outside this club. It is something we are going to have to work up, just like the kissing. She continues to bite those sexy, full lips of hers, and I can’t take it anymore.
“Syn, let’s go to my room, where we can talk.” I stand and pull her up with me. We make our way to my room, just like we did last week. I unlock the door and direct her to enter.
I need to get her out of her head and off kilter.
“Strip. Shoes too. Present on the table.” I point to the spanking bench in the corner. She turns to look at me with a question in her eyes. “Oh, my little Syn, we are going to talk. Now listen or I’ll give you five.”
She slips her heels off, and I watch as she drops down to a very petite five-foot-four height. She is almost a foot shorter than me. She reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a hair tie. She braids her hair into a long plait over her shoulder. She then slips her thong down her shapely legs. I move across the room and remove my shirt and belt. My boots come off and I unbutton my jeans. I grab the flogger from the wall and slip a condom into my back pocket.
The sight that greets me when I turn around is the sexiest thing I’ve seen. She’s lying on her stomach. Her feet are lined up with the legs of the bench. Her arms are stretched over her head, and her face is turned toward me. Her liquid green eyes that remind me of cat’s eye marbles are watching everything I’m doing. Her olive-colored ass is on display along with the thin strip of hair she has at her pussy lips. She fidgets as I slap the flogger against my hand, the strands of it swish through the air before they make contact with my palm. I set the flogger next to her face and move to the front legs of the bench. After I pull up the cuffs and wrap them around each wrist, I move to the back and secure her legs. As I strap her in, I watch her body for signs of distress. If anything, she’s getting more and more turned on.
I pick up the flogger and drag it down her beautiful back. I take in the sexy tattoo along her side and down her hip to her thigh. I’d noticed it before but forgot how much it turned me on to see it all. Her breathing increases as I continue to slide the flogger up and down her body. I notice she’s up on her toes, and I leave her for a moment to get the bench attachment for shorter women.
“I want to take care of you, Syn.” My voice is husky and full of emotion as I rest her feet on the bar.
“I can’t, Sir,” she answers me.
“Why not?”
When she doesn’t respond, I pull the flogger back and slap it against the flesh across her ass. She moans and strains against her cuffs.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“I don’t trust men outside this environment,” she confesses, and I slide a finger along her soaked core. Her clit is erect and begging for attention. I can smell her desire and want to give her more, but I instead move around and gently slap her flesh with the flogger, bringing a flush to it. The pink under her olive skin turns me on. Her coloring is so exotic.
“What nationality are you?” I couldn’t stop the personal question from leaving my lips if I wanted to.
“My mother is Greek and Italian. My father was Polynesian.” She doesn’t hesitate to tell me that, but she won’t tell me more about herself. Granted, I haven’t pushed hard, but I can see her hiding behind that mask. I want to see all of her face. Until that moment, I know she won’t give me more of herself.
“I wanted to take you to dinner sometime. You trust me here but not outside these doors?”
“I can’t talk about it.”
I can’t push her emotionally, but I will push her physically by continuing to whip her body. The strands of leather are soft and don’t break her skin. They just bring blood to the surface. When I get to her ass, I give a bit more of a snap to the flogger and see the small, thin welts that will fade quickly against her skin. I step away and retrieve a vibrator as her body that was on the brink of orgasm comes down. I like using vibrators on her. From what I’ve seen so far, they take her over the top. As soon as I’m behind her, I lubricate the vibrator and rub it along her rosebud. She presses back, and I push the vibrator into her. I slowly push it in and out of her body as I pick up the flogger and drag it across her skin again.
I take her back up again, and just before she’s ready to explode, I stop all action. I pull out the vibrator and set down the flogger.
“Please, Sir. Please, I need it,” she begs, her voice cracking.
My palm slaps down on her fuller ass cheek. I keep my hand pressed there for a moment and then pull it back to see the pink mark against her flesh. She moans and begs again.
